D.H. Cramer 1. Scatter me not to the restless winds Nor toss my ashes to the sea. Remember now those years gone by When loving gifts I gave to thee. 2. Remember now the happy times The family ties are shared. Don't leave my resting place unmarked As though you never cared. 3. Deny me not one final gift For all who came to see. A simple lasting proof that says I loved and you loved me.

Richard Rolle 1300- 1349 1. The limbs that move, the eyes that see, These are not entirely me; Dead men and women helped to shape, The mold that I do not escape; 2. The words I speak, the written line, these Are not uniquely mine. For in my heart and in my will, old Ancestors are warring still, 3. Celt, Roman, Saxon and all the dead, from Whose rich blood my veins are fed, In aspect, gesture, voices, tone, flesh of My flesh, bone of my bone; 4. In fields they tilled, I plow the sod, I walk The mountain paths they trod; Around my daily steps arise - the good, The bad - those I comprise.

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